Green Springs the New Year



  Green Springs the New Year

(First poem for the New Year 2019)


It grows, it grows I want to sing;

this Hoya cutting at my door;

well, all three cuttings; one struggling

more so than the other two, which have

sprung so gorgeously, greenly into life

as we slip into the New Year.


It seemed right there should be one

loitering, one which held onto the force

of the year just gone with its unique

ups and downs.


Hoya are long-lived plant life. These

Hoya have the company of a kitsch cat;

the bewildered look on her metal face

was not to be resisted and in the presence

of my sister, who loathes cats, I purchased her.

She is the first thing that greets me at my

back door this, and every morning. The Hoyas

will be moved on to more suitable Hoya

growing cavities within the house. They

could take over the house because who

in their right mind would want to cut

them back. And so the cat goes on

looking bewildered at the strange things

I do year in, year out. Her head on a spring,

I make sure she nods her approval. At a push

she could maybe wave her head in disapproval,

a much harder thing for this cat to do.


And walking into my New Year,

greeting cat,  who gives me such hope.

(This cat does have a name. It is Noeline;

and yes you’ve guessed it, for my sister).


By the time next Christmas and New Year

arrive, how much will have changed,

or should that be – how much the world

will have again changed? Much more so

than three struggling Hoya cuttings springing

greenly and gorgeously into life. And life

will have ways other in which we will remember

both the sad and the beautiful.


Benita H. Kape © 2.1.2019